If you were small and didn’t mind paying 20 bucks for a shirt in the US, you could have this thing.
The stompilation opens with Boston Strangler covering a Waste Management song. Into it.
The lovely scent of a professor’s lunch is wafting into my nostrils. There’s a hint of tomato sauce, but the rest is burnt plastic.
“people do think i am singing whatever people are telling me to sing. or you know, dressing however someone else is telling me to dress. when it’s really me, working for myself.” jhene aiko
"And, on an unrelated note, I also really love vitamin water."
Worst case scenario of all the animal noises I just heard
A pack of coyotes finally got to my next door neighbor’s cats. I’m going to wait until morning and look around. All I have now is a shitty flashlight. I almost wish I had charged into the bushes where all the loud growling was coming from, but my instincts and lack of vision prevented that. I feel like I would get hurt in order to protect an animal, but there were five of them (coyotes) and I could barely see anything. Plus I don’t know anything about them or their behavior.
Dear tiny thorn that gave me a flat tire
I hope your death was painful and that you lived a short stupid thorn life. You stink.
I’m not sure if I like this collaboration idea. It’s like a wizened, accomplished father stooping to the level of his drunken asshole of a frat boy son.